He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

A standalone novel in the Vyner world Varen Vyner saw Millie for the first time when he was six years old and she was only four-small, bright-eyed, and too soft for a world built of shadows. He didn't understand the feeling then. He only knew one thing: She was his. While the other children played, laughed, and forgot each other with the change of seasons, Varen never forgot Millie. He watched her. Protected her. Claimed her in ways a child shouldn't know how to. And as he grew, so did the darkness inside him-an inheritance carved from the bloodline of Raian Vyner, the man who ruled shadows like a second skin. Varen took that legacy and sharpened it. He became colder. Stronger. More terrifying than even Raian once was. But Millie... Millie remained untouched by that darkness. Soft where he was sharp. Light where he was void. Warm where he was ice. And yet- She still chose him. Every version of him. This is not a love story born of innocence. This is a tale of two souls- One made of moonlight. One carved from nightfall. Together they create a shadow that belongs only to them. Their bond is not simple. Not gentle. Not safe. It is obsessive. Possessive. Twisted in ways only a Vyner heart can understand. For Millie, Varen would burn the world. For Varen, Millie would walk through it with trembling hands but unbroken steps. By fate or by choice, she became the girl a darkness chose-and the woman who chose that darkness back. This is Varen Vyner's standalone story. The boy who was born in shadows. The man who fell in love with light. And the love that turned them into something entirely their own. A devotion. A bruise. A vow. A shadow. 1 in #twistedromance

Her chest rose and fell faster. She stepped back again. "Y... you..." Her body trembled uncontrollably, words tripping over her tongue. "Y... you a... are... you're a m-mur-" He didn't flinch. Didn't even blink. Instead, he walked to the bed, placed his phone on the side table, and began removing his watch. Her eyes blurred with tears. He finally looked at her. "I am Rivan Rajora." "You're a murderer!" She didn't know where the strength came from, but it burst out of her in a yell. 🤍🤍🤍 TROPES: ~ ROMCOM ~ FORCED MARRIAGE ~ AGE GAP ~ GANGSTER × TEACHER ~ SLOW BURN.

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

A legendary King who saved their kingdom from brutal invaders and the humble brahmin's (ascetic) daughter. • King gets obsessed with her and forcefully marry her. • Strong female lead x Love sick Male lead. • FL tries to get revenge for what he does to her, follow the journey to see if she can escape from him, or fall for him. • Geographical location is Kashmir. ••• "Will you fight me too, your majesty?" A commanding voice cut through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the arena. At once, everyone knelt. "Hail to the savior of Kali Kingdom!" Shivani's gaze shifted, meeting her husband's smirking eyes. Dressed in green, he stood at the edge, watching her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her smile faded, replaced by cold resolve. "I am not a warrior, Maharaja," she stated. "Just a teacher. My work here is done." "Rise," he ordered softly, eyes still locked on hers. As the men stood, he stepped forward, his smile deepening. "I, too, wish to learn. I shall pay a suitable fees. Don't worry." Her jaw tightened. "I have nothing to teach the great King," she said, laced with sarcasm. "I'm just a mere woman correcting mistakes-while you, of course, are flawless." Unfazed, he removed his rings one by one, handing them to a servant. "It's a humble request, Maharani. Please teach me. How can you judge my skill without facing me?" Her grip on the sword tightened. He had struck a nerve. "Fine," she snapped. With a sharp swing, she stepped back, putting space between them. A sword was placed in his hand. With a slight nod, he raised it, ready for battle. • • •

Highest Rank: 1 in romance Cover credits: GS_Stella. He was my first love but I wasn't his. He decided not to see my face ever again. So did I. "It's been a long time, Sanjana" he said leaning back into his seat. His one smile is enough to make my heart flutter. He was the man who made me fall in love. He was also the man who broke your precious heart added my brain. "Yeah, Six years is quite so long"I said trying not to sound weak.I clutched my fist tightly and my nails started digging deep into my flesh. Ah.. It's paining. He gave you more pain than this,Sanjana added my brain. "So how's life? Did you met your soulmate?" he asked with an evil smirk. "I found one" I blurted out. I could feel blood oozing out from my palms. "I thought I would never see you again. What are you doing here in London?" he asked walking towards me "Well, even I thought the same and FYI this is my home. Do I need your permission to stay here?" I asked folding my hands across my chest. He stood in front of me smiling. Don't look into his eyes, Sanjana. He will consume you...again. I told myself. "Do you have anything to say? If you don't have then I will take my leave" I said taking my bag from the couch. "Why so hurry? Missing your boyfriend huh?" he asked and I turned towards him. I want to make him bleed. "You are absolutely right Mr. Malhotra and I don't want to waste my time with an idiot like you. So Bye" I said and walked towards the door. "Get ready for a break up ,love" I heard his voice. Did he just said that? I turned towards him and he had an evil smirk on his face. He is not the same person. His looks, his attitude everything is changed. He is a monster now. Does this pain lasts forever? Is Sidharth planning to break her heart again? Can Sanjana find his heart which is buried deep inside his monstrous flesh? Lets's see the journey of Sidharth and Sanjana breaking the odds and finding what they are really craving for. Copyright © Ramzz005. All rights reserve

"You are mine lil fiamma. You are mine to Fuck , mine to touch and mine to break." "Open your mouth, lil fiamma. Or I'll sit on your face and make you breathe through your nose until you pass out and wake up with my face shoved between your lips anyway" "I loved you..." I whisper with a shaky breath. "I know" he replies , handcuffing my hands to the bedpost. { Damien Morris was my first love..and also the first guy whose heart I broke.. After eight years he comes for me, hunts me down.. haunting me everywhere.. I have created a devil by breaking his heart and now the devil has captured me and there's no escaping.... } #Second chance dark romance #captive #thriller #forced proximity #knife kinks #smut #matured contents #18+

He wasn't supposed to look at her . But he did. The first glance was an accidental-one heartbeat in a crowd, a girl sitting on a bus window and when the moment he saw her something inside him shifted he couldn't name . But at the second glance at his friend's home he couldn't stop himself from being attracted . She wasn't meant for his world. Too soft. Too innocent. Too free. And that was exactly what made him lose his sanity. From that night, peace became a stranger. Her laughter haunted his walls, her name lingered on his tongue like sin, and every other voice in the world turned meaningless. He didn't understand love. But obsession-he understood that perfectly. She was chaos, and he craved control. She was light, and he was the storm drawn to it. And somewhere between his desire to protect her and his hunger to possess her, he forgot the difference. Burning with a madness that whispered, "If the world ever touches her... I will set it on fire." That night, Vedansh Kapoor fell in love. And the world would never be safe again. Nov 10 2025 # possessive rank 13 # 2 on college students . #1 on madness. #55 on suspense.

❝𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.❞ Book-01 of The Crimson Legacies. Some chains are forged in iron. Mine are whispered against my skin, traced down my spine, locked around my soul. Abhiman Singh Rathore was never meant to be in my world. But he didn't just enter it, he took it, twisted it, shattered every illusion I clung to. A man too ruthless to be called human, too unrelenting to be denied. A man who shouldn't have known my name, yet speaks it like a vow. Who Shouldn't have touched my life, yet now he owns it. A man too brutal, too ruthless, too fixated on me. I've spent years drowning in silence, running from my past, from the ghosts that never stop chasing me, from the truths too dangerous to speak. But then he came. And suddenly, I'm no longer running. Because he won't let me. He is not a savior, not a hero but something far worse. Because he doesn't promise forever. He promises possession. And I don't know what's more terrifying, that he owns me, or that I want him to. And now, I'm bound to him. By a marriage I never saw coming. By secrets that could ruin me. By a desire so dark, so consuming, I don't know where it ends and I begin. He claims me like he was born to, like I was always meant to be his. And there's no running from it. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌. 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. ... (English translations available!)

~ 𝙰 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ~ ☠ ☠ ~~ 18+~~ A 21 year old Akansha never thought one reckless night of passion would turn her world upside down. It was supposed to be a mistake-one she could forget, one that held no meaning beyond those stolen hours. But how do you forget a man like Shreyansh Malhotra? He wasn't just any man. He was the Shreyansh Malhotra -CEO of Cerebrix Tech, the youngest billionaire in the industry, and a man so dangerously powerful that the world practically bowed at his feet. He is ruthless, dominant, and exudes an authority that makes people tremble. But that night, in the dim glow of the club, he wasn't the untouchable CEO. He was raw, demanding, and utterly charming. She had walked away the next morning, convinced that was the end of it. After all, why would a man like him care about a stranger? But Akansha had underestimated just how possessive Shreyansh could be. Their paths crossed again when she became an intern in his company, unaware of the storm waiting for her. Now, every time she entered the office, she felt his intense gaze burning into her. Every interaction was laced with an unspoken warning- 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 She had been foolish to think she could escape him. Because Shreyansh Malhotra never let go of what was his. And Akansha? She had unknowingly become his new obsession. ❦ †he †ale of ℒove and ⊙bsession ⚠️Read the warning and the disclaimer before beginning.